"Sleep now; we have much to accomplish with you." I had no idea who urged me to sleep, but they weren't very persuasive. "Very well: I'll have to make you sleep!"
Nothing happens.
"I said: sleep!" The voice commands. I however, disobey.
A few moments of silence pass.
"You really want to test me? I suggest you let things take their course." A very irate voice, male by my guess, was now growing desperate.
I really should've fallen asleep when given the chance.
It happened faster than I could react: A grotesque mass of appendages wrapped around my arms and had lifted me from the ground. The room was spinning, demented images of my own past swirled around with an intensity far worse than the description of mere words. Finally; it was over.
"I've been hoping to meet one like you for many years now." The voice abruptly states.
I was silent in my own confusion.
"You seem to have… no soul?" It continues. "That is intriguing to say the least young man."
It did have a point; from a physiological point of view.
"Who are you; intrigued voice that gave me a big-ass headrace?" My head was beating harder than Ringo Starr and I was quite upset about it.
"You may call me;" The voice casually says, "Marionette."
"Like the type of puppet?" I ask.
"Oh much like the puppet indeed." Marionette responds.
"Allow me to tell you why you are here:" Marionette quickly followed; "The children of your world are the most precious things to me. That is why even after that attempt in nineteen eighty seven the children still come to Freddy's."
"So the bite of eighty-seven was real?" I deduct. "Also; it was an attempt to ruin the business?"
"Correct."
"Allow me to take care of your mortal ailment you call a headache."
No later said; Marionette seemingly commands my headache to leave without notice. The relief was a tingling sensation.
"You were saying earlier that you had plans or something for me?" I recalled, "What did you mean?"
The Marionette took longer to answer, but not by much. "Well; I did have plans until I discovered that you didn't have a soul for me to devour."
That: was alarming. I should've thrown the red flags right then and there, but something kept me from taking that seriously.
"Yeah I get it: sociopaths have no souls and such. What was your plan anyway?"
The Marionette suddenly came into my sight; startling me. "I does not matter anymore." The stern tone was off-setting from our current conversation. "I had better leave you back to where you were before you ask more questions. Take care now." As I begin to return to the party the Marionette whispers a phrase as I snap back to the real world.
"You sing very well birthday boy!" Chica excitedly says as the other people at the party cheer our song.
"Would you like to sing another before your big surprise is ready?" Bonnie asks me.
I'm now confused. Mainly because I could've sworn that there were less people in the party room than before. Secondly I thought I was headed off to see my 'surprise'.
Freddy interrupts my thoughts with an abnormally human voice. "Yes; you're big surprise is waiting for you in the kitchen. Why don't you walk with Foxy?"
Seemingly from nowhere does Foxy appear. "Come along now friend: we've got to get you into the kitchen." Foxy's voice also appeared oddly human. As I pass the people in the room, it's almost as if they were the animatronics. Foxy must have noticed my distraction, because he stands between the audience and I and hurry's me along into the hallway leading to the kitchen.
"You'll really love what we have for you." He insists. "It's something you've always wanted."
The way that was said triggered a relapse of a winter almost four years ago. I was in a van with a group coming back from a ski lodge. Most of the others were talking about their significant others, or that person everyone hates in school. I wasn't paying any attention to their conversations. I faded, as I now frequently do, into peace and quiet. The van must've slipped on ice or something along those lines because all at once we spun halfway and rolled along the highway and down a snowy hill. Most of the people were already dead by the time we stopped. What you're told about seat-belt buckles isn't bullshit. After I pushed my way past bodies of people I didn't even know, stopping to check for living people and wallets, I emerge from the van. With all of the blood on the snow, another liquid was quickly pooling under the van. Its smell was all too familiar for me: gasoline. I took a running start up the slope soon to be the sole survivor of a, 'Christmas nightmare' as labeled by new reporters. What I had wanted that year for Christmas that year wasn't possible. Or was it?
**Chapter 2 starts to pick up some velocity! What was the Marionette's plan? What did our character want for Christmas on that night? When did the animatronics get natural voices? Anywhere from all to none of these questions will be answered in the next chapter. DISCLAMIER: As with the previous chapter; I take no credit for Five Nights at Freddys or Five Nights at Freddy's 2. All credit goes to their creator Scott Cawthon.